That Tubes song just stuck in my brain tonight. I don't know why but I can only imagine. I have been knitting for comfort lately. Yes, I have taken up the needles to have something to do with my hands while riding back and forth and back and forth and back and forth from Placerville to Folsom Kaiser with Rod in the driver's seat and mom yammering nervously in the front seat. Row after row of mindless garter stitch and yarn overs got me through the week from hell. What do you do with a woman who tries to be brave but has such an aversion to doctors. I told her that she HAD to go through with the trip to the OB-GYN because there was bleeding. She had been to a second visit to the GP the day before, coming away with poor marks on her EKG and neurological screening and this visit for the scary exam had her terrified to the point of refusing. I had to go in and talk her into being checked because the GP had found something that made her eyebrows go up. How do you think we both felt after having the OB keep talking about cancer? She removes a polyp the size of my little finger and says that she will have an answer in 7 days. SEVEN DAYS? We had no information in 7 days and so I am hoping that no news is good news. All that I could do was knit and knit and knit. You hold your mother's hand and listen and try to keep her from freaking out. I still do not know why the doctor would scare her like that unless she had some information...ya know? Guess what? Mom does not want to go back to see ANY doctors now. No cat scan, no heart monitor, no neurologist. Nada. So, I knit.
It is a Wool Peddler with lots of bits and pieces of leftover BFL yarn. I have now reached the part where I have to pay attention and I must say that I had to rip out the damned lace part a couple of times because my mind would not be still enough for me to pay attention properly. I finally had a firm talk with myself and lowered the brain waves...easy. Thanks for the lovely project, Cheryl. Do you see why I have been quiet?
We had pneumonia on the other end of our generational spectrum, as well. It seemed just too much but little Schnickle developed a cough that sounds just like his great grandmother's. I KNOW that this is a test. Yes, he is doing fine now, thanks to a strong little body and some pink liquid. Great grandma coughs and he says Bless You.
We have been taking care of him a bit this past week and it has been very good for the old one to get to know the new one. Saturday was an especially sweet day. We knew that we had to help out his parents and had him for the day. I got the bright idea that he was ready for his first visit to the Train Museum in Old Sacramento and it turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. He is going to be 2 in a month and can name everything with wheels, so it was time to introduce him to the big stuff.
I just can't wait for the day when Rod can finally have a space to set up a layout here so that he and his little buddy can have days of fun together with things that go choo choo. I am just thankful for a little bit of fun and life and trucks all over the house during this time of letting go of mom. Life goes on, one day at a time and one stitch at a time.
I'll be thinking of you guys. How hard is the waiting! I'm glad schnicklefritz is better.
Posted by: elizabeth | November 19, 2007 at 02:58 AM
Lisa, your shawl is going to be the warmest and most fun thing to wrap up in. I hope you get that home health worker thingie set up soon!
Posted by: CarolineF | November 19, 2007 at 08:24 AM
Hoo boy am I glad to see a post from you! Considering the content of your *last* post, I had a feeling that you were tied up with your mother's problems! Take care of yourself, sweetie! Big squishy hugs!
Posted by: Faylene | November 19, 2007 at 11:15 AM
I had an EKG they didn't like--fifteen years ago. Don't sweat it, Mom, if you go to the doctors they can take good care of things these days.
Posted by: AlisonH | November 19, 2007 at 11:30 AM
The waiting is awful, and I hope it all gets better for you soon. One week, one day, one hour, one minute at a time, whatever it takes - we are all here for you Lisa!
Posted by: June | November 19, 2007 at 05:01 PM
I am sending warm thoughts to help get you through this awful time. Poor mom and poor you.
Posted by: Hope | November 20, 2007 at 10:00 AM
Big hugs of support to you and Rod, Lisa, during this time of transition. Hurray for the train museum! I grew up with trains as you know and share them with my children as well. Take care!
Posted by: Jen Johansson | November 20, 2007 at 01:48 PM